30 Days of Books! Day Ten.
Day 10 - Favorite classic book
I'm the first to admit that I'm a YA kind of girl all the way, with the occasional grown up book thrown in. Luckily for this meme, Classic reading was part of the summer back to school list every year. We could choose three out of five listed and when I saw Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier on my sophomore list, I got very excited because I had just seen the movie on PBS and loved it.
"Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again." Probably the most iconic opening I've ever come across. This book is captivating. The narrator is unnamed, which is really a brilliant accident on the author's part, as she couldn't find anything appropriate to call her. But it's unimportant, she is not Rebecca, and that is perfect given the storyline.
I'm glad I've read Rebecca, and I'm proud to have it on my bookshelves. It reminds me what quality literature is about. I have a tendency to forget ;)
From GoodReads: Working as a lady's companion, the heroine of Rebecca learns her place. Life begins to look very bleak until, on a trip to the South of France, she meets Maxim de Winter, a handsome widower whose sudden proposal of marriage takes her by surprise. She accepts, but whisked from glamorous Monte Carlo to the ominous and brooding Manderley, the new Mrs de Winter finds Max a changed man. And the memory of his dead wife Rebecca is forever kept alive by the forbidding Mrs Danvers.
I'm the first to admit that I'm a YA kind of girl all the way, with the occasional grown up book thrown in. Luckily for this meme, Classic reading was part of the summer back to school list every year. We could choose three out of five listed and when I saw Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier on my sophomore list, I got very excited because I had just seen the movie on PBS and loved it.
"Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again." Probably the most iconic opening I've ever come across. This book is captivating. The narrator is unnamed, which is really a brilliant accident on the author's part, as she couldn't find anything appropriate to call her. But it's unimportant, she is not Rebecca, and that is perfect given the storyline.
I'm glad I've read Rebecca, and I'm proud to have it on my bookshelves. It reminds me what quality literature is about. I have a tendency to forget ;)
From GoodReads: Working as a lady's companion, the heroine of Rebecca learns her place. Life begins to look very bleak until, on a trip to the South of France, she meets Maxim de Winter, a handsome widower whose sudden proposal of marriage takes her by surprise. She accepts, but whisked from glamorous Monte Carlo to the ominous and brooding Manderley, the new Mrs de Winter finds Max a changed man. And the memory of his dead wife Rebecca is forever kept alive by the forbidding Mrs Danvers.